Of particular interest are the passages where they talk about Jonathan Franzen, Tina Brown ("The shrill Brit with the jiggly arms..."), Martha Stewart ("the arch-priestess of the vast, middle-American church that promised a medicated afterlife in Connecticut where there's no dirt, no dark people, and you have all the chenille Easter baskets, bead-encrusted butterfly cutters and $88 wire trees you can carry."), Harvey Weinstein ("...space-devouring Miramax creature has earned a reputation from Paris to the Punjab as perhaps the worst-behaved party guest in the history of the human race."), and Candace Bushnell ("Doesn't talk; shrieks.")

Henry Kissinger doesn't make the top 10 due to "diminished relevance" but they still spear him but good, along with Michael Moore- taking an impressive spot at New York's 3rd most loathsome entity- aptly pointing out that "his arguments against gun control are simplistic, weak and mired in the cloying stink of self-service, which smells suspiciously like a fat man's crack."

Too much, my friends, too much! I actually laughed out loud. And after the pint of blood I had drawn today, I needed that.